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If thou art rich, thou art poor; For like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee. Meas. for Meas. A. 3, S. 1. To fue to live, I find, I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life.

Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. I.

Thy best of rest is sleep,
And that thou oft provok'st, yet groflly fear'st
Thy death, which is no more.
Measure for Measure, A.

3, o Warwick! Warwick! that Plantagenet, Which held thee dearly as his soul's redemption, Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death."

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 1. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ach, penury, and imprisonment, Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.

Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1, When first this order was ordain'd, Knights of the garter were of noble birth; Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty courage, Such as were grown to credit by the wars ; Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, But always refolute in most extremes.

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 4, S. 1. Why stand we like soft-hearted women here, Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage:

Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.] Done to death for killed, was a common expreffion long before Shakespeare's time. Thus Chaucer :

And said, that if ye done us both to dic.
And Spencer mentions a plague which many did to dye.

Johnson. The expression is according to the French idiom -- faire mourir.

A. B.

Here

Here on my knee I vow to God above,
I'll never pause again; never stand still,
Till either death hath clos'd these

eyes

of mine, Or fortune given me measure of revenge.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 3.
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff,
Life and these lips have long been separated;
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 4, S. 5.
Let them pull all about mine ears; present me
Death on the wheel, or at wild horses heels;
Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
That the precipitation might down stretch
Below the beam of fight, yet will I still
Be thus to them.

Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 2.
If I say, fine, cry fine; if death, cry death ;
Insisting on the old prerogative
And power i’the truth o'the cause."

Coriolanus, A. 3.

S. 3.
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, fleaing : pent to linger
· But with a grain a day, I would not buy
Their mercy at the price of one fair word.

Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 3.

* Infifting on the old prerogative,

And power i'the truth o'tbe causé.] This is not easily under ftood; we might read,

O'er the truth of the cause, Johnson.

Very easily understood surely. Truth is, in this place, fup. port. Infifting on your old prerogative and power in support of the cause; i. e. the cause of the people.

A. B.

Though

Though I kill him not, I am the cause His death was so effected : better 'twere, I met the ravin lion when he roar'd, With sharp constraint of hunger.

All's well that ends well, A. 3, S. 2. Call me their traitor !-thou injurious tribune ! Within thine eyes fat twenty thousand deaths, In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say, Thou lieft unto thee, with a voice as free As I do pray the gods. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 3.

All comfort

go

with thee! For none abides with me: my joy is--death! Death, at whose name I oft have been afraid, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 2, S. 4. Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghosty Of ashy seinblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless Being all descended to the labouring heart; Who in the conflict that it holds with death, Attracts the fame for aidance 'gainst the enemy, Which with the heart there cools, and ne'er returns, To blush and beautify the cheek again.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2.

Beware of yonder dog ; Look, when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites, His venom tooth will rankle to the death : Have not to do with him, beware of him ; Sin, death, and hell, have set their marks upon him, And all their ministers attend on him.

Rich. III. A. I, S. 3. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, And shall that tongue give pardon to a llave? My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought, And yet his punishment was bitter death. G

Who

Who fu'd to me for him ? who, in my wrath,
Kneelid at my feet, and bid me be advis'd ?

Ricb. III. A. 2, S. 1.
I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
And liv'd by looking on his images :
But now, two mirrors of his princely semblance
Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death;
And I for comfort have but one false glass,
That grieves me when I see my shame in him.

Rich. III. A. 2, S. 2. The bloody proclamation to escape, That follow'à me so near (O our lives' sweetness! That we the pain of death would hourly bear, Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift Into a mad man's rags.

Lear, A. 5, S. 3. O wretched ftate! O bofom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free, Art more engag'd! Help, angels, make affay! Bow, stubborn knees ! and, heart, with strings of

steel, Be foft as finews of the new-born babe.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 3.

Who would fardles bear,
To groan and sweat under a weary life;
But that the dread of something after death
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns -- puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 1.

Young Fortinbras-
Holding a weak supposal of our worth,
Or thinking by our late dear brother's death,
Our state to be disjoint and out of frame-

Col

Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,
He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
Importing the surrender of those lands
Loft by his father.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2,

I'll call thee, Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me! Let me not burst in ignorance ! but tell, Why thy cánoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Have burft their cearments? Why the fepulchre, Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, To cast thee up again? Hamlet, A. 1, S., 4.

He is a devil in private brawl : souls and bodies, hath he divorced three; and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that fatisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre.

Twelfth Night, A. 3, S. 4. You gentle gods, give me but this I have, And lear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death!-Remain, remain thou here, While sense can keep it on!”

Cymbeline, A. 1, $. 2.

The next time I do fight, I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent.scythe.

Ant, and Cleop. A. 3, S. 11. Colleagued with this dream of his advantage.] The meaning is, he goes to war so indiscreetly and unprepared, that he has no allies to support him but a dream with which he is colleagued or confederated,

WAR BURTON. Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,” is merely, thinking it might turn out to his advantage or benefit. A. B.

? While rense can keep it on.] The expreffion means, while sense can maintain its operations; while sense continues to have power.

STÊEVENS. “ While sense can keep it on, Sense in this place is life, motion, and not the intellectual faculty. Posthumus would say, that while he has life the ring shall remain on his finger.

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